Elegy for a Star

Tess was lying upon Mairaela’s body, head resting in the nook where the shoulder meets the neck. Her hips were the only part of her that was moving, bucking like an animal to thrust her cock in and out of the Fey beneath her. She was moaning and crying out softly against Mairaela’s neck, her pace quickening. What was going on with her? Someone just started watching and she didn’t even bother to look?

Gwendolyn couldn’t believe her eyes, but her attention was brought to Mairaela’s face. The Fey’s head was turned toward her, eyes lidded and deep in heat. Her lips were parted, hot breath pushing through them with each thrust. Mairaela’s face was red with exertion, lust and perhaps some embarrassment as she looked at Gwendolyn. The knight could only stare back. Gwendolyn knew that the Fey was gorgeous, but there was something about her current state—and the state of Tess—that really gave her a rush.

Mairaela had just offered to include Gwendolyn, and the knight didn’t know how to respond. Their bodies were so beautiful, pressed together like that, and Gwendolyn could just barely make out the shape of Tess’ cock as it was stuffed in and out of Mairaela’s body. Gwen was chewing on her lip, watching Mairaela’s lidded gaze as she was fucked so thoroughly by Tess.

Something didn’t feel quite right about all of this. How did Tess and Mairaela make up so quickly? Why were they so nonchalant about this? She supposed that they had been last time in the clocktower too, but this felt differently with everything that happened today.

“Gwen,” Mairaela purred, “How about a-.. Aah~!” Gwendolyn had no desire to correct Mairaela on the name. The Fey started moaning deeply, arching her back and rotating her hips into Tess’. There was something about the Fey’s crying that gave it a siren song feel. Gwen bet that she must be really fun to fuck. 

Whatever Tess was doing, it seemed to cut Mairaela’s sentence short, her lashes fluttering as her body was plowed into the bed. Eventually Tess leaned back, detangling Mairaela’s legs while the Fey was left panting and trying to catch her breath. Tess and Gwen made eye contact, but Tess just looked out of her mind with desire. Gwendolyn felt herself drawn in, mesmerized by that gaze. Tess looked so gorgeous, so hot. She looked like she was feeling so, so good and for the briefest moment, Gwendolyn wished that it was her making Tess feel that good. It wasn’t that she was jealous, just that she wished she were as freewilled as the Fey.

Tess took Mairaela’s legs and brought them over her own shoulders, leaning forward and folding the Fey at the waist. Mairaela’s lovely ass was pushed up into the air, knees brought to her shoulders, and her calves and ankles rested just behind Tess’ head. All Tess had to do now was thrust her hips downward to pump her cock straight into Mairaela’s cunt. The whole motion shook the bed and filled the room with fleshy slaps as Tess’ hips struck Mairaela’s rear again and again.

“Wow..” Gwendolyn whispered under her breath, not even realizing that she was speaking aloud until she’d said it. She gulped, watching the whole thing unfold. Gods, she was wet. The knight slipped a hand down beneath her underclothes to feel just how soaked she was. Her whole body felt electrified when her fingertips finally hit home. This was the perfect motivation for her. How long had it been since she last played with herself like this? Far too long, she knew.

Tess started huffing and moaning, her thrusts devolving into spasmic jerks of her hips. “M-Mai-.. Haa~!” She cried, muffling her sound against Mairaela’s neck.

Mairaela’s cries were in unison with Tess’. They were both close, Gwen could tell. If they stopped now, how was she going to finish? No, she thought, no, hold out for me. Wait for me. But they wouldn’t. Tess’ thrusts, if anything, were speeding up. She brought her head up, arms pressing beside Mairaela’s head and keeping her body high, while the Fey remained folded over, fully exposed to Tess’ thrusting.

Gwendolyn leaned forward, taking Tess’ chin in her hand and redirecting her. She pressed her mouth against the blonde-haired beauty’s lips. Almost immediately, Tess stopped thrusting. She was paused at the edge, just before that point of no return. Mairaela was still panting and whimpering. She didn’t seem to mind at all that she could prolong the whole, mind-shattering ordeal.

Gwen canted her lips, moving her hand to the back of Tess’ head. Tess’ eyes were opened in shock for a moment, but they quickly fluttered closed as she melted into the kiss. Gwen’s hand moved faster between her own legs, causing her to give muffled whimpers against Tess’ mouth. Tess probed at Gwen’s mouth with her tongue, and Gwendolyn eagerly let it in. Their tongues danced for some time, and Tess slowly began to thrust again.

As Gwendolyn neared her own climax, she drew her lips from Tess’ and whispered a singular, enticing note into her ear, “Cum.”

Tess immediately stiffened, biting her lip and sheathing herself completely within the Fey. Mairaela gave out one final scream of joy as Tess drew out of her and began to lay long, thick lines of cum all up and down the Fey’s body. Tess was initially jerking herself off, but Gwendolyn swatted her hand away and took over, pumping Tess’ cock in her soft palm to milk out every last spurt of cream onto Mairaela’s curvy body, covering her heavy tits and pretty face. Mairaela’s legs drew down until she was lying flat upon her back, covered from face to navel in a hefty load of cum. All of it was laid out in dozens of lines up and down her body, which rose and fell with each panting breath.

Gwendolyn hadn’t yet finished, but she didn’t even care. The feeling of Tess’ hard cock in her hand, spasming and throbbing, feeling as hard as steel in her grasp; that was far better.

Or so she thought before Tess’ hand was between Gwendolyn’s legs. Two fingers went inside of her, and a palm pressed against that hooded bundle of nerves and Gwendolyn went off hotter than Tess’ fire spell. She cried out, doubling over and clutching Tess’ wrist. Her hips bucked, her eyes squeezed shut, and her whole body jerked and spasmed until she finally felt a sudden release of tension. Every muscle in her body relaxed and Gwendolyn fell over, gasping for breath like Mairaela, but not quite so messy.

Tess slid in between the two of them and whispered to Gwen, “Mairaela’s asleep.” Gwendolyn could only nod her head, too many thoughts running through her mind to speak in any coherent manner. She licked her lips, cleared her throat, but nothing was coming to her. She was locking eyes with Tess and realizing just how much she liked this person.

“I’ll roll over,” Tess said, calling back to their sleeping arrangement when they were camping together in the same sleeping bag.

Gwendolyn caught her arm and whispered, “You can face me this time,” before turning over. There was a moment of silence before she felt Tess snuggle up behind her, wet and hard between the Dame’s cheeks. Gwendolyn didn’t mind. She liked it, in fact. It felt freeing.

“Goodnight, Tess,” Gwendolyn whispered, but all she could hear was the soft snoozing of the sleeping woman behind her.